maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach to play one day
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles
and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were
and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles
and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world ans as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find at the sea.
-e.e.cummings
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